Weddingbee Blog

Zeb was raised in a traditional Portuguese/Lebanese/European melting-pot home. I have to give credit where credit is due; his parents raised him and his sister right. The worst thing Zeb has ever done is ride a go-kart through the high school. Hehe. It is no surprise that he wanted to ask my father for permission to marry his only daughter.

We didn’t think about the barbaric history of this act. I think it is romantic. You’re stuck with your in-laws for the rest of your life; the least you can do is find out if they like you first. Hey, many of today’s wedding traditions have sexist roots: garters, veils, honeymoons, etc. My motto is: get rid of the traditions you can’t bear to participate in, and embrace the ones that need new meaning.

My dear old dad, to this day, will STILL tell you the story of how I always said Zeb and I were “just friends.” He thinks I lied to him and that I was trying to (with the Meet the Parents “I’ll be watching you” gesture) “pull a fast one.” I think he has a sixth sense for reading people. Actually, I know he does, but that is a part of my brother’s story. Hehe.

My father is an intimidating man, I’m not going to lie. He’s a teddy bear inside, but on the outside, he resembles this guy…

Snap into a Slim Jim!

My dad is pretty awesome. He makes no apologies for who he is, and he is certainly a one-of-a-kind sorta person. So my six-foot-tall, Hulk Hoganish, Harley-riding, Peterbilt-tattoo-sporting, born-truck-driving father settled into his favorite leather chair early one Friday afternoon. He had just gotten home from a trip, and at these times my mother and I like to refer to him as a bear (a grizzly, grumpy bear). He heard Zeb’s car pull into the stone driveway and saw him slowly approaching the house. Dad says it best when describing what Zeb looked like, but suffice it to say, the color was drained from his face.

“OK, give it to me straight, Zeb. She’s pregnant.”

That’s right, we be a classy family, yo. Needless to say, Zeb calmed down and asked permissions to marry me, and my father gave his blessing, along with a reminder never to scare him like that again.

Did your HTB speak to your father before he proposed?